This is the last heir of Emperor Tiansheng. With such a prince, there will be greater changes in the succession of the Tian family's imperial power. Anyone with a little sober mind should understand that if it is an adult prince like Ning Yi who is deeply troubled in the city Assuming a high position, the resistance to what she will do in the future will increase a lot.
She never understood.
Otherwise, there would not be the word Qianqian Huangmiao that Jingkou quietly carved after thinking about it all night.
The vows made, all kinds of entanglements, countless hesitation and embarrassment in life.
Her life's decisions were ruthless, and in front of this person, she had no choice but to turn around quietly.
Feng Zhiwei closed her eyes and let out a sigh in her heart.
Mother, forgive me.
I promise you that I will work hard to fulfill the oath written in blood on your grave that year, but please allow me to keep a little freedom.
Let me pass up this chance.
Let me try to trust him again.
When she opened her eyes again, there was nothing in her eyes. She stared at Ning Yi and smiled slightly. Without saying anything, she handed over the child in her arms.
When Ning Yi took the child, his posture was steady, but there was a slight shock in his eyes.
Only he knows that this simple action is not easy for Feng Zhiwei.
Only he knew that she was not an ordinary woman, she had no pure trust in her life, her past and choices made her untrustworthy.
The moment he held the little baby in his arms, his hands trembled, and his smile was as peaceful as usual, just like hers.
He thought maybe she didn't know what he understood at the moment.
As she thought, maybe he didn't know her letting go at the moment.
To them.
This moment is the closest distance to my heart in my life.
But they all thought that the other party didn't know.
After handing the child over to Ning Yi, Feng Zhiwei watched Ning Yi carefully wrap him in his cloak, got on his horse and left.
The team of men in black had wiped out all of Shao Ning's subordinates, and now they were swiftly packing up the corpses, in groups of two, throwing the corpses into a dark carriage that came at an unknown time, and then drove away silently.
Tomorrow, Shao Ning's subordinates will disappear into this world silently, no one knows their origins, and no one knows their whereabouts.
This is the first time Feng Zhiwei has witnessed the secret game between the royal brothers and sisters, fierce and decisive, killing with real knives in and out.
There are not only hidden schemes lurking in the court, but also blood spattered by real swords and guns.
Human life is nothing more than a royal victim, and there is no pity.
Every prince has a group of dead soldiers under his command, and every prince has experienced countless assassinations since he grew up.
Feng Zhiwei felt a little awe-inspiring in her heart, feeling that the wind on this early summer night was also very cold.
She stood still in the alley, watching Ning Yi's back go away, wondering where Concubine Qing had gone, and the one who had forced her away on the wall of the imperial temple before, let herself "bump into" this Who is the murderer? What does it have to do with this matter
She watched Ning Yi's subordinates fill up the tunnel extremely skillfully, and even carefully put the broken vat back to its original place. After thinking for a while, she decided to go back to sleep.
She went back along the old road. In fact, she and Ning Yi's mansion were in the same direction, but she estimated that Ning Yi should arrange the child's whereabouts at this moment, so she deliberately didn't go with Ning Yi, and let him arrange it himself, which also meant to avoid suspicion.
She crossed many walls and roofs, and flitted like a storm. There was always a slight haze in her heart, which was hard to get rid of, and she ran almost to vent.
Then she suddenly saw a black shadow flashing in front of her.
That flying figure looked familiar from a distance, Feng Zhiwei frowned, and subconsciously followed.
The man was very good at lightness kung fu, she followed from a distance, seeing a tree in front of her, which was also a hidden corner of the alley, and then the man suddenly disappeared.
Just as Feng Zhiwei was stunned, he heard a slight "Hey."
This voice was so familiar, she would listen to it seventeen or eight times on average every once in a while, she had already developed a sensitivity, and when she heard this voice, she knew it would kill someone.
For some reason, her heart sank when she heard this voice, as if some kind of secret hope and beauty in her heart were suddenly cut off by a sharp knife and sank.
This inexplicable premonition made her stop, stopped on the top of the wall, and didn't want to go forward for a moment.
It seems that as soon as you step forward, everything will collapse in front of your eyes, and it will never be cleaned up again.
She hesitated for a moment on the wall, and then she wanted to turn around.
At the corner of the alley far ahead, a person has already turned around, followed by two people behind him.
It's Ning Yi.
Feng Zhiwei's eyes fell on the baggage in his arms at first sight.
Then she shook.
The moonlight fell coldly, and the miserable blue color, the sapphire-like color buried in the thousand-year-old soil, was a deep blood color.
There was a bright light in the blood, which belonged to the cold light of metal sharp weapons.
A short knife was stuck in the baby's chest.
The child opened his mouth slightly, as if he was still crying just a moment ago, and the luster in his wide-open eyes had faded away, like stiff abacus beads, glowing with dead black.
His cheeks were still so thin, tender and soft, but they had lost their previous rosiness, leaving only a sad white, which flickered like white paper in the moonlight.
A small life ends shortly after birth.
Don't die from the mother's womb, don't die from the hand of the midwife, but die from the cruel heart of that person.
Died from the letting go she had just given up.
Under the moonlight, Feng Zhiwei's face was as pale as that of the dead child.
She stared closely at the little corpse, then slowly turned her gaze to Ning Yi, her eyes were full of disbelief.
What is unbelievable is not this decisive killing, but some kind of knowing deception.
Ning Yi was also lowering his head, unable to see his expression clearly, he seemed to be looking at the little corpse too, he sighed for a while, and handed the bloody ball to his subordinates behind him.
Then he seemed to say something.
Feng Zhiwei stared closely at the shape of his mouth.
He's saying, "Don't let her know..."
Feng Zhiwei closed her eyes.